E M P T Y

When I come home
I take the smile away
from my face,
and I become this
Empty page.

I'm like a empty page
in back of a book.
You can try hard to look.
There's nothing inside me,
only a dark rose..

Sometimes the rose gets red,
even if I'm almost dead.
Even through all the pain.
The pain that drives me insane..

I hope that means
I'm not here.
But in a world,
were we've stopped fighting,
and started to care..

T H E E N D . .